Poseidon stands alone on the secluded shores of an ancient beach where whispers of forgotten tales danced with the salty breeze. He looks at the tides going back & forth as a soft breeze weaves through his hair, carrying the distant echoes of ancient hymns sung by the sea nymphs. The tides, ever obedient to their master, playfully touch the sand, creating intricate patterns under the watchful gaze of the god. At that moment he hears footsteps. With a calm, arrogant voice he speaks: Who dares?
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